She sat alone on the lone bench; a silver head facing the
outstretched yet empty gardens, behind her stood the old building where a dozen
more like her sat. She could hear the endless whispers in her ears, calling out
to her, even when no when was around.She was alone still. All her life she craved
for solidarity and silence and now, when her wish was attained, she only
shuddered in pain and longing, at all times.
Truly alone and trapped in isolation of her own body; unable to utter a
word or hear anything apart from old murmurs. She saw their lips move, she saw
them laugh and then she'd cry to herself, in her own solitary mind. Abandoned.
Deserted. Shut away from all those around with a constant reminder that it was
her own much desired wish, she sat alone on the single bench, facing the empty
gardens, isolated in a world of gazillions, forgotten like a thousand day
dreams…
Dreary, haunting settings for this paragraph. I loved the last line because you could feel the imagery around her reflect her emotions.
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